I often feel that the word "taste" is wonderful. It has taste and feeling, and then they blend together.
There is taste and feeling.
It can also be said that taste is part of the memory in the brain and a kind of affectionate reminder.
Just like we remember our mother’s curry rice, grandma’s kissing fish and amaranth soup, or the bean curd shop on the corner of the middle school gate that we had to pass every day for three years, and the most famous four restaurants next to the park. Fruit ice.
What is the sense of taste that belongs at home?
The aroma wafting from the kitchen to the study, living room and mother's back is an irreplaceable warmth.
When I lived at home every day, I always wondered what was so attractive about home-cooked food. Even if it is a simple dumpling, beat an egg with clear soup and pour in half a can of sweet corn. Mom's taste can never be imitated, even the steamed dumplings carefully prepared by the chef in the famous restaurant on the 35th floor.
After class, in the early dark of winter, as soon as I get home, I can get into the steaming kitchen to keep warm, and then eat the freshly cooked leek dumplings in a small bowl.
While exhaling, I quickly took a bite of the plump dumplings that burned my mouth as if I was afraid that a thief would come to snatch me. While shouting that it's so hot, so hot, I followed my mother from the kitchen to the dining room, like a follower, talking about how my classmates were doing today and how my teacher was doing. I really hate that I have to take a quiz again tomorrow. Damn it, there's still a section next week. Take the test...
Mom is always humming, and she doesn't forget to look after the crackling fish frying in the pan. There is also a pot of thick soup rolling on the stove next door.
Before I finished the bowl of dumplings, my mother invited me to the dining table and sat down to eat the milkfish I just bought. She didn’t forget to put the most delicious piece of her stomach in front of me. .
Every time I am full, I will tell my mother that the fish in my stomach is swimming in the thick soup, as if a dumpling just slipped past the fish.
When I was in school, I knew summer was coming when I heard the instructor announce that "it is required to wear a skirt next week."
Summer is here, and I have cold tofu and cold noodles to eat.
My mother is always used to making cold noodles and mixing her own sauce. When I wake up early in the morning, I often find my mother busy in the kitchen, hoping to cook the noodles before it really heats up.
As soon as I got home, I went straight to the refrigerator, dug out the frozen and elastic noodles, and then dug into the cabinet to find sesame paste, vinegar, sesame oil, and a little water and a little chili oil. , mix it slightly in a bowl, and you have a bowl of delicious cold noodles to relieve the heat.
Then I watched my mother chop green onions, shred cucumbers, and then take out the tofu and put it on the plate. Sometimes she would add her own pickled pickles, drizzle with a little soy sauce, peel a preserved egg, and it would be a cold side dish.
When you look in the refrigerator after eating, you will often see orange-yellow watermelons that have been peeled early, or mangoes with a faint sweet and sour aroma.
I know that I am lucky. I can happily eat the dishes my mother cooks at home. I don’t need to go out to spend money to buy love that merchants can never prepare. Composition "Mom's Food Feelings"
Praising my good mother, "Mom is the only good person in the world, and a mother's child is like a treasure..." You must know this song! My mother has bright eyes, curly red hair, and white teeth when she smiles.
My mother is so kind to me! She thinks about everything in my life and helps me a lot in my studies.
My mother is very hard-working. She is busy from morning to night. She has too many things to do in the store and too many things at home.
Normally, my mother has to cook; during breaks, she has to wash clothes and tutor me in my studies. Do you think my mother is tired? Once, my mother asked me to clean the room, but I forgot about it for a while.
In the end, it was my mother who helped me clean the room.
Another time, I encountered a math problem that I couldn’t solve.
I calculated over and over again, and it was almost half past nine. I became even more anxious, because I had to be on duty the next day. At this time, my mother came, and she patiently gave me Talk about this topic.
After listening to my mother’s explanation, I finished my homework quickly.
Dear mother, you have given so much, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! In the years to come, I will cherish the good time of studying now, study hard, make progress every day, and repay your kindness in raising me with excellent results! Composition "Mom's Food Feelings"
Expand all I often feel that the word "taste" is very wonderful, it has taste and feeling, and then they blend together.
There is taste and feeling. It can also be said that taste is part of the memory in the brain, a kind of affectionate reminder.
Just like we remember our mother’s curry rice, grandma’s kissing fish and amaranth soup, or the bean curd shop on the corner of the middle school gate that we had to pass every day for three years, and the most famous four restaurants next to the park. Fruit ice.
What is the sense of taste that belongs at home? The aroma wafting from the kitchen to the study and living room and the back of my mother are an irreplaceable warmth.
When I lived at home every day, I always wondered what was so attractive about home-cooked food.
Even for simple dumplings, beat an egg with clear soup and pour in half a can of sweet corn.
Mom’s taste can never be imitated, even the steamed dumplings carefully prepared by the chef in the famous restaurant on the 35th floor.
After class, in the early dark of winter, as soon as I get home, I can get into the steaming kitchen to keep warm, and then eat the freshly cooked leek dumplings in a small bowl.
While exhaling, I quickly took a bite of the plump dumplings that burned my mouth as if I was afraid that a thief would come to snatch me.
While shouting how hot it is, I followed my mother from the kitchen to the dining room, talking like a follower about how my classmates and teachers were today. I really hate having to take a quiz tomorrow. , Damn it, there will be a Duan test next week... Mom is always humming, and she doesn't forget to take care of the crackling fish being fried in the pan, and there is a pot of thick soup rolling on the stove next door.
Before I finished the bowl of dumplings, my mother invited me to the dining table and sat down to eat the milkfish I just bought. She didn’t forget to put the most delicious piece of her stomach in front of me. .
Every time I am full, I will tell my mother that the fish in my stomach is swimming in the thick soup, as if a dumpling just slipped past the fish.
When I was in school, I knew summer was coming when I heard the instructor announce that "it is required to wear a skirt next week."
Summer is here, and I have cold tofu and cold noodles to eat.
My mother is always used to making cold noodles and mixing her own sauce.
When I wake up early in the morning, I often find my mother busy in the kitchen, hoping to cook the noodles before they are really hot.
As soon as I got home, I went straight to the refrigerator, dug out the frozen and elastic noodles, and then dug into the cabinet to find sesame paste, vinegar, sesame oil, and a little water and a little chili oil. , mix it slightly in a bowl, and you have a bowl of delicious cold noodles to relieve the heat.
Then I watched my mother chop green onions, shred cucumbers, and then take out the tofu and put it on the plate. Sometimes she would add her own pickled pickles, drizzle with a little soy sauce, peel a preserved egg, and it would be a cold side dish.
When you look in the refrigerator after eating, you will often see orange-yellow watermelons that have been peeled early, or mangoes with a faint sweet and sour aroma.
I know that I am very lucky. I can happily eat the food cooked by my mother at home. I don’t need to go out to spend money and buy love that merchants can never prepare.
...Composition of "Mom, Stop Wasting Food"
Tonight, when my mother was cleaning the sofa, she found a lot of garbage behind the sofa, and asked me: "Today, Now, who threw this garbage?" I hesitated, not wanting to tell the truth.
But after my mother’s repeated questioning, I told the matter.
"A few days ago, I wanted to drink a bottle of yogurt. The yogurt tasted sour and sweet.
When I finished drinking the yogurt, I looked sad because I didn't want to leave anymore. I went to the kitchen and threw the yogurt into the trash can.
I thought about it and finally came up with a solution.
It turned out that there was about three centimeters between the sofa and the wall. I had an idea and thought: It’s not a bad idea to throw the garbage here. Mom won’t notice it.
After hearing what I said, my mother became furious and glared with her cold and ruthless eyes. It touches me and makes my heart skip a beat.
At this time, my mother swept out some eggs, half a sesame seed cake, etc. I felt that I had no appetite when I was eating breakfast, so I threw the food away while my mother was not paying attention. Behind the sofa.
At this time, my mother picked me up and pushed me out of the door, asking me to regret my behavior.
I hung my head, feeling ashamed.
The neighbor saw me standing there and was very surprised and asked me if I didn’t bring the key.
I replied in a low voice: "No, my mother is at home.
" She knocked on the door, and my mother ran to open the door. When she saw me standing there, she knew what was going on. It's over.
"Why are you letting your child stand outside? What should you do if she gets cold?" The mother said rudely: "Just let her stand.
"The neighbor asked the mother to find out. After giving the details, he said: "You are indeed wrong to do this. Those children in poor mountainous areas can only buy an egg...Tonight, when my mother was cleaning the sofa, she found a lot of garbage behind the sofa, and asked me: "Today, today , who threw this garbage? "I hesitated and didn't want to tell the truth.
But after my mother's repeated questioning, I told the matter.
"A few days ago, I wanted to drink a bottle of Yogurt, the taste of yogurt is sweet and sour.
When I finished drinking the yogurt, I looked sad because I didn’t want to go to the kitchen and throw the yogurt into the trash can.
I thought about it and finally came up with a solution.
It turned out that there was about three centimeters between the sofa and the wall. I had an idea and thought: It would be a good idea to throw the garbage here. Mom should not notice it.
"After my mother heard what I said, she flew into a rage and stared at me with her cold and ruthless eyes, which made my heart pound.
At this time, my mother said again I swept out some eggs, half a sesame seed cake, etc. I felt that I had lost my appetite during breakfast, so I threw the food behind the sofa when my mother was not paying attention.
At this time. , my mother picked me up and pushed me out of the door, asking me to regret my behavior.
I lowered my head and felt ashamed.
The neighbor saw me standing there. , very strange, asked me if I didn't bring the key.
I replied in a low voice: "No, my mother is at home."
"She knocked on the door, and my mother ran to open the door. When she saw me standing there, she knew what was going on.
"Why are you letting the child stand outside? What to do if it's frozen? "My mother said bluntly: "Just let her stand.
"After the neighbor learned the details from the mother, he said, "What you are doing is really wrong. For those children in poor mountainous areas, it is good enough to buy one egg. How can you waste it? "I was so ashamed after hearing the neighbor's accusations that tears flowed down the bridge of my nose to my chin.
For many years, I have always regarded not wasting food as a small matter, but it is these small things that make people cherish it more like water.
Mom, I’m sorry! A 300-word essay on “Parents’ Food” (Hengshui, Hebei Province)
Growing up, time flies by, and in a blink of an eye, I become I am a 12-year-old boy.
Recalling that from birth to toddler, from babbling to swimming in the ocean of knowledge with my classmates, every step of my growth was without the hard work of my parents. It’s great to grow up with sweat, and let me learn to understand the love of my parents.
I remember that when I was a child, I was a veritable "shopaholic", with toys piled all over the house, and my stomach was like a stuffing. The bottomless abyss of dissatisfaction, clamoring to go to the supermarket all day long.
Just after dinner, I weakly begged my kind mother, knowing that a trip would cost one or two hundred yuan. My mother was heartbroken and wished she could work harder to make money to support this little god like me.
One night when I came back from school, my stomach growled again, and I suddenly opened the refrigerator. It was empty. I couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, so I went to my mother and obediently beat her back and pinched her legs. After serving her, I went straight to the topic. My mother listened to her earnest advice and reasoned with me, but I didn't listen to a word of it. When I tried my trick, my mother made up her mind and agreed.
As soon as I arrived at the supermarket, I was dazzled by the new items. ...all ran into the shopping box, and finally saw the box full of food being placed on the checkout counter. My mother was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but I was very proud.
During the summer vacation, I was so excited. I asked my mother to take me on a trip to Beijing. During the trip, I listened to the adults counting money carefully. It broke my heart. As I grew up, I gradually learned to understand my parents. Since I saw how hard my mother worked, This deepened my respect for my mother.
When I came back from Beijing, my mother worked overtime every day.
Once I pretended to do my homework to see if she was there. What are you busy with?
When I arrived at the office, I saw my mother, who was sweating profusely, sitting among a large group of staff surrounding her, busy changing several pairs. My eyes were filled with tears when I saw this scene < /p>
My mother got up early and went to bed late to make breakfast and do housework for us. I seized the opportunity to repay my mother for her kindness in raising me.
That morning I followed my mother and got up in the dark. I hid secretly outside the door and followed her to learn how to cook noodles. I wanted to make breakfast for my parents.
I saw her slowly frying some breakfast and then started cooking noodles. She boiled the water and added soy sauce. , all of which she was familiar with.
Soon breakfast was ready, and I hurried back to the room, pretending that nothing happened, and waited for tomorrow to arrive.
The next day I got up early for the first time, sneaked into my parents' room carefully, gently turned off the alarm clock, and started taking action.
I came to the kitchen, put on "work clothes" like my mother did, put the noodles into the boiling water, "squeak..." the noodles spread softly, and the soy sauce and ingredients were all mixed in. Pour it into the noodles, and after a while, a bowl of fragrant noodles comes out of the pot.
I woke up my parents mysteriously, and my mother jumped up anxiously and hurriedly went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
As soon as she opened the door and three bowls of hot noodles were placed on the table, she could not help but say a few words: "You have grown up and become sensible.
" People are born The first thing we see is our parents, and the first call is "Dad, Mom". Let us remember the love given by our parents and repay them! Write an essay about food!
Gourmet Kung Pao Chicken As the saying goes: “Food is the most important thing for people.
"In China, almost every place has special delicacies.
Roast duck in Beijing, dried tofu in Suzhou, etc.
But I don't like it. I have a special liking for Kung Pao Chicken.
Kung Pao Chicken is a specialty dish of Shuncheng Hotel. Once I asked curiously: "Why is Kung Pao Chicken a specialty dish of your hotel?" "The waiter smiled and said: "Speaking of this Kung Pao Chicken, I have to talk about its origins. Among them is the character Ding Baozhen. Because he loved to eat Kung Pao Chicken made by the chef when he was a child, so our hotel's The special dish is Kung Pao Chicken.
"After listening to the waiter's introduction, I have a deeper understanding of Kung Pao Chicken.
I smelled it with my nose, and a scent came to my nostrils that I couldn't help but My mouth watered, and I took a look: there was a flower in front of the diced chicken, and there were red chilies next to it, just like some rubies inlaid around the diced chicken.
I picked up a piece and placed it. When I put it in my mouth, I felt a slight numbness on the tip of my tongue. After chewing it gently, it was tender, crispy and delicious, like chicken but not chicken, like meat but not meat. It was so wonderful that I still had some leftovers in my mouth after eating.
Looking at it. I licked my lips on this empty plate and said with a smile: "The taste of Kung Pao Chicken is truly well-deserved.
Kung Pao Chicken is brown-red in color and freshly fried. The pieces of chicken are piled together like a hill, which is very tempting.
Kung Pao Chicken is delicious, oily but not greasy, and very delicious.
To make Kung Pao Chicken, break up the chicken first and then cut it into dices of about 1 cm.
Wash the peanuts, fry them in an oil pan until crispy, add dried chili peppers, stir-fry them until brown, then add Sichuan peppercorns, then stir-fry the mixed diced chicken, and add the ginger, garlic and green onions. Put it into the pot and stir-fry quickly. Add the sauce and stir-fry. Add the peanuts when the pot is ready.
A plate of Kung Pao Chicken with full color, flavor and flavor is ready.
I like Kung Pao Chicken very much.
I like its brown-red color, delicious taste, smooth and refreshing taste.
I always pour the diced chicken into a bowl and eat it with rice. The taste makes me have endless aftertaste.
I finished one bowl of rice, then another. I didn’t leave the table until I finished a plate of Kung Pao Chicken.
One time I was doing my homework at home and my mother was frying kung pao chicken at home. I smelled the aroma from afar and stood beside the pot with a "pop" sound, which startled my mother.
I like to eat Kung Pao Chicken the most. You should try it too. I guarantee you will never forget it. Homework help for my mother’s cooking
Mom’s cooking varies with the seasons.
In spring, the grass grows and the orioles fly, and there is life everywhere.
Mom's dishes naturally show this infinite vitality of "green", such as cabbage seedlings, chrysanthemum brains, shepherd's purse... all of them are fresh and tender green, which makes people unable to eat. I couldn't help but have a lot of love for it; in summer, the sun is scorching, and people naturally have no appetite. What they need most is endless coolness.
Mom’s dishes also tend to be simple and sophisticated, such as cold tomatoes, pickled mustard egg soup, dry steamed salted fish... all of them are refreshing and extremely comfortable; Autumn, with its crisp air, is a good harvest. Season is also a season of delicious food.
Braised eggplant, old duck dumplings, roasted chicken with mustard seeds...every meal made me feel bloated and my weight started to rise slowly; in winter, the snow is covered with snow. A season of silence is a season that needs warmth.
At this time, mutton hot pot, pickled fish, and carp and crucian carp soup have become my mother’s main dishes. The family enjoys eating happily around the big pot every day, no matter how cold it is.
Mom’s dishes are dishes of warmth and love.
Every day, my mother carefully prepares every meal. It is really hard, but also very happy, because she loves me and my mother-in-law. She often says that she needs everything for the people she loves. It's an absolute happiness.
So I think my mother is happy and she definitely wants to stay so happy.
Thank you, mom, for your dedication to this family. I am content, happy and infinitely happy to have such a mom! Mom’s dishes are unique and I will love them forever! An essay about food
Delicious Xiao Long Bao I often hear people say that Xiao Long Bao is delicious, but I have never tasted it and don’t know what it tastes like.
This afternoon, my parents took me to the Xiaolongbaozi shop to open my eyes and satisfy my taste.
I finally got what I wanted that day. Each xiaolongbao was white, with thin skin, and there seemed to be a bag of juice inside. The xiaolongbao was small and exquisite, shaped like a pagoda, translucent and strong, crystal clear and yellow, On the top of the pagoda, waves of aroma spread in the wind, and the shape is similar to a steamed bun. No wonder it is called Xiao Long Bao.
There are usually ten xiaolongbao in a basket. Each one is swollen like a small snowball, but there is an uneven place on it. Before it comes up, I I was intoxicated by the aroma.
I really want to eat the whole steamed dumplings in one bite.
A basket of steamed dumplings arrived. I sat on a chair, and the freshly steamed dumplings gave off a faint fragrance.
As soon as I smelled this aroma, I couldn’t help but eat it.
As soon as he picked up a "little fat" and stuffed it into his mouth, he started to resist.
My stomach was growling with hunger at this time, and I wanted to open my mouth wider and swallow four small steamed buns in one bite.
So I carefully picked up the steamed dumplings with chopsticks, because after taking a small bite, the juice rushed towards my mouth like an army of thousands of horses.
I dipped it in a little vinegar and put it into my mouth. The meat filling was loose and soft. As soon as I chewed it, the meat loosened up. It was so delicious. My mother said: "Eat it." You should dip some vinegar into the steamed dumplings, bite a hole gently to absorb the delicious soup inside, and then eat the skin and meat.
The delicious essence of steamed dumplings is in the soup.
p>I ate it the way my mother cooked it. The soup was fresh, the skin was thin and the meat was tender. It was so delicious.
Sure enough, you won’t know it until you eat it, but you won’t forget it once you eat it. /p>
I ate it hungrily
The meat was very fresh, thick and salty, making you want to eat it again.
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So I pestered my mother to buy another one. When the aunt brought it over with a smile, how could I let it go? Praising: "Beautiful! It's so delicious.
"In the blink of an eye, I was wiped out again. I touched my bulging belly and added some words to my mouth. I was still having fun.
How is it? Are you excited? Xidong is not as good as Xidong. Go ahead and eat the Xiao Long Bao from your hometown! Fried stinky tofu is a unique local snack in Jiangnan in winter.
When I was young, I would run to the street as soon as school was over. When you have a few dollars in your pocket.
Walk through the alley and cross the bridge, and you can smell the aroma of fried stinky tofu.
The shop sells fried stinky tofu. He is a thin old man with white eyebrows and beard. He always carries a load. The load is actually a box made of wood. The box in front contains stinky tofu, soy sauce, chili sauce, a stack of small plates, and a can. There are a few pairs of chopsticks in the bottle.
There is a small coal stove and a pot in the back.
The old man always stands at the corner of the street, concentrating. Fried stinky tofu.
I have never heard his shouts, but there are always many diners who come looking for the smell and stand in a circle in front of his little load.
The stinky tofu here is very distinctive. It looks black at first glance, no different from other stinky tofu, but as soon as it is put into the pot and then taken out of the pot, it becomes golden and fragrant, and is coated with a layer of soy sauce or chili sauce (he The chili sauce is homemade, bright red, spicy and comfortable), yellow and red, really beautiful
Take a bite carefully (because it is very hot), yellow on the outside and white on the outside. The inside is tender and spicy. At this time, you are not eating it, but rolling it with your tongue to swallow it.
The old man always only fry a few pieces at a time, and sell several pieces after frying. Everyone who is waiting eats alone, and the others pay attention to each other.
Most of the people who eat fried stinky tofu are women and children. It is really strange that women in Jiangnan do not eat spicy food. Yes, but as soon as they get to this load, they all become "hot girls". The chili sauce is smeared with a thick layer and they still need to be smeared. At this time, the woman no longer cares about being polite. She eats until her lips are red, she sheds tears, and she sweats.
The old man just kept saying: It’s so spicy, don’t eat too much.
After all, he didn’t stop him.
< p> Therefore, the old man consumed a bottle of chili sauce every day.At that time, my father gave me 50 cents a month, and at least half of the money was donated to stinky tofu.
A piece of stinky tofu costs a penny. Only after eating one piece can you calm down for the day.
Sometimes I don’t plan and overspend, so I restrain myself from running there for fear of my own death. There will be hooks in my eyes.
However, at that time, as long as I accidentally slip in front of the old man's load, the old man will always see everything, as if he has discovered that I don't have any money in my pocket. He would fry the crispest and tenderest piece with a smile and give it to me to eat.
I’m sorry to eat it for nothing. When my father sends the money next month, I will return it to him immediately, and the old man will also accept it. Yes, but you must fry an extra piece of stinky tofu for me.
It has been more than 20 years since I left that Jiangnan town, and I have never eaten such delicious fried stinky tofu (although I have eaten fried stinky tofu in other Jiangnan cities, but the taste always seems to be the same) It's a little worse).
It always appears in my dreams, along with that thin old man with a white beard and white eyebrows whose name I don’t even know.
Meat and Bone Porridge I have only eaten meat and bone porridge once.
It was a Sunday morning in the winter in Jiangnan. My always frugal aunt suddenly proposed to take me to eat meat and bone porridge.
I was so flattered that I followed her closely, fearing that she would suddenly change her mind.
Walk along the bluestone road, pass through the bustling vegetable market, and turn into an alley.
I saw white mist coming from a small shop in the distance, and heard the sound of an iron spoon hitting the edge of a pot.
My aunt led me into this shop, which was already packed.
Everyone was drinking this thing called meat and bone porridge, as if it was really delicious.
The proprietress led us into the inner room by the stove and said apologetically: "Just eat here.
"The proprietress is a woman in her 40s with ear-length hair. , meticulously tucked behind the ears with a black hairpin.
I was afraid that my aunt would run away, so I quickly made my own decision and said, "Okay, okay.
" As a result, my aunt rolled her eyes.
"Okay, let's have a bowl of meat and bone porridge.
" The proprietress picked up the big iron spoon with one hand and opened the lid of the big pot with the other. Suddenly a heat wave swept through the meat porridge. The aroma hits your nostrils.
She stirred the pot with a large iron spoon, filled a large bowl of porridge and handed it to me.
This bowl of porridge is off-white, the rice has been cooked until it loses its original shape, and the surface of the porridge is dotted with a few... Composition of a mother who cooks delicious food
Today is Saturday, I I was reading a book when I suddenly heard the sound of rushing water. I knew my mother was going to cook, so I ran to the kitchen to watch my mother's "wonderful performance".
It's so hard for my mother to cook! My mother is going to cook I fried my favorite stir-fried pork with garlic moss. I looked at my mother intently. My mother first put the washed garlic moss on the cutting board, and then cut it skillfully with "dang dang dang". In less than half a minute, all the vegetables were cut. Okay, then my mother lit the fire, took a bottle of vegetable oil from the cupboard and poured it into the pot. After a while, the oil became hot. Before I could react, my mother had already poured the chopped garlic into the pot. Mom's hand moved the spatula skillfully, as if she was dancing. After frying for a while, she added various ingredients to the pot, and the pot made a "squeaking" sound. Finally, she added the shredded pork that had already been fried. .
As expected, a plate of delicious food is ready. It is fragrant and delicious. I really want to take a bite right away. 450-word essay on food
Gourmet cakes and coconut. Silk balls, ice cream, barbecue, steak... Wow! These delicacies can only be eaten in stores, but today we went to Aunt Jinlan's house, and she invited us to eat her own delicious food.
Let's go into the house. I saw the production tools on the table, egg beaters, ovens, electronic scales, as well as a dazzling array of food ingredients: raw steak, cranberries, shredded coconut... Aunt Jinlan’s homemade instructions marked the ingredients and preparation of various foods. Method.
Let’s make Orleans grilled wings first. The chicken wings have been marinated. After putting them in the oven, as time passes, the chicken wings gradually turn yellow and reveal a rich aroma.
p>Aunt Jinlan asked everyone to eat it while it was hot. I took a bite and said, wow! "This is so delicious, even better than the ones bought at KFC."
"I sighed.
I ate seven of them in one go. My mother said that if I ate any more, I would become a fat pig.
After eating the salty ones Food, we are going to make sweets again.
We made coconut balls, rolled the flour into balls, and rolled them in the snow-white shredded coconut to become coconut balls.
Put the shredded coconut balls in the oven. After a while, I looked at them. They were as fluffy as fried steamed buns. Slowly, the fragrant shredded coconut flavor came out.
I tasted them. The homemade shredded coconut balls are not only delicious, but also have a unique sense of accomplishment.
The last thing to do is the sponge cake. The egg beater also comes in handy. We pour the ingredients into the basin according to the proportion and add water. Stir it with a mixer, then pour it into a plate and put it in the oven. After 10 minutes, the sponge cake really expanded like a sponge. It was so interesting.
I ate all kinds of homemade delicacies on this day. A feast for the eyes.
My mother said that when the house in the country is built and I buy one, I can eat these delicacies every day.
Expand all "Beautiful **" * Product "Crab roe wrapped in crab shell yolk is a local snack in Changzhou, commonly known as small sesame cake. It is often paired with hemp cake as a gift.
Its fillings include shepherd's purse, scallion oil, white sugar, bright oil bean paste, etc. 4 types.
Characteristics: shaped like a crab shell, golden in color, rich in oil, crispy and fluffy, sweet and mellow with sugar filling, and delicious with salty filling.
Crab roe buns are delicious. It's called "the best thing" in breakfast.
Eating crab buns for breakfast is really a first-class experience.
I got a hundred points in the exam last time, and my mother got it early on Sunday morning. Take me to eat crab roe buns.
Look, there are only four words on the sign of this store: "Meng's Crab Buns".
We just left. At the corner, the scent of crabs wafting from the shop made me salivate.
Looking closer, the figures of the guests looked hazy and crowded in the steaming heat, becoming a unique scene in the morning. Scenery.
“Two buns! "I want two custom-made ones!" "Is my bun ready?" "Everyone is a little impatient, and the waiters are busy shuttling between the tables.
My mother and I finally found a small table and sat down.
While waiting, I quietly observed the master's craftsmanship.
They were concentrating on making the buns, seemingly unaffected by the surroundings. They skillfully cut the fermented white dough into even small portions, rolled them into strips, pressed them into thin round skins, and then concave them into It is shaped like a small bowl, and then the filling filled with golden crab oil is poured in quickly, and then the pleats begin.
Their thumbs and middle fingers pinch together tightly, and their index fingers pull outward slightly to form a closed "neck" of the bun, which is now ready for basketing! The wait is always so long, and finally it was our turn.
The steamed buns that have just come out of the cage in front of you are snow-white and crystal clear, with thin skin and full filling. Just looking at them makes you drool.
My mother explained to me the three steps of eating crab roe buns: "Move slowly, lift gently, and open the skylight."
That is to say, gently lift the top of the bun, move it to the edge of the plate, lift the plate, tilt it slightly to your mouth, then slowly take a small bite, and then suck gently.
Oh, how can I care so much? I picked up the plate and took a big bite. Now I made a fool of myself. The soup splashed all over my face. It was so hot that I stuck out my tongue and sucked in the wind. , it’s simply embarrassing! My mother smiled and said, "Don't worry, eat slowly!" Then I put away my greed and started to savor it carefully.
Mom poured the vinegar into the small plate with shredded ginger. I dipped the bun into the vinegar and took a bite. The thin and crystal-clear skin was filled with a lot of crab roe juice. , the taste is excellent and extremely delicious, and the crab fragrance flows from your mouth to your heart! No wonder the crab bun shop is so crowded! Friends, are you already greedy? Then on this golden autumn crab fat day, come with me to try the "beautiful food" - crab roe steamed buns
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